Mine to Hold

Hmmmm... mine to hold.
Hmmmm... mine to hold.

I always said tomorrow, tomorrow knew my name,
I gave my heart to everyone and loved them all the same.
Then last night in the mirror, like a man meets his match,
I met my own eyes burning, and this time I stared back.

Enough of someday, enough of one day, enough of soon,
my blood is drumming, drumming, and it's drumming out a tune.
It's drumming louder, louder, like it's calling out my name:
I'm done with only watching, I'm stepping in the game.

Fire in my chest, lightning down my spine,
I feel the morning fill my lungs, I feel the light begin to shine.
Piece by piece it's falling into place: this moment is truly mine.

I know the art of caring, the art of giving room,
I planted springs in other lives and watched them come to bloom.
I've carried worlds upon my shoulders, never missed a beat,
now all that strength comes home to me, from my head down to my feet.

This morning in the quiet light, like a queen meets her crown,
I met my own eyes shining, and I did not look down.
And all the love I gave away was never given wrong:
it taught me how to hold a life, and now I hold my own.

Fire in my chest, shivers down my spine,
I feel the morning fill my lungs, I feel the light begin to shine.
Piece by piece it's falling into place: this moment is truly mine.

The one I was waiting for is me.

Mine to hold, mine to hold,
this life, this fire, this morning gold.
I am right on time,
every heartbeat mine,
mine to hold, mine to hold.

I choose me. I choose me.
Not tomorrow. Now.
Grateful for the breath, for the rhythm, for the glow,
every part of me is here, and I let it show.
Grateful for it all, for the fire and the gold,
every step was leading me to what is mine to hold.

The one I was waiting for is me.